[b][color=f49ac2]Molly - road - walking[/color][/b]

The heat bore down on Molly like an oven, her feet ached from walking and sweat soaked her back from where the rucksack prevented it from letting air circulate. Turning to look behind her, far back down the road a lone figure stumbling and shambling on. The heat distorted the figure but she could tell it was one of them. The occasional lazy breeze brought the smell of rotting flesh with it.

"Damn thing has been following me for miles" she said aloud. Talking to herself was a habit that had stopped worrying her a long time ago. Molly dropped to a crouch and swung the bag off her back, opened it up and grabbed the last water bottle inside. "Half full, dammit" she muttered, rummaging through the bag to check everything else was still there. 13 bullets, a tin of sardines, a couple trail bars and her notebook.

She needed to find more water, the last road sign had said the next town was 8 miles up, which meant more walking.

With a sigh and a glance behind her at the ever persistent follower, Molly started up again putting one aching foot in front of the other. Cursing under her breath as she went [color=f49ac2]"8 more miles, 8 more miles...[/color]